Dear me,
When you lay down in our old bed
holding tightly to our old bear
eyes closed
dreaming to be anywhere but there

The burn in my legs says i’m doing
striving to complete a task i neve
shut inside the brick walls for so
running as if i have nothing to go
as if there was no time

Today I am a skeptic
not believing this will last
as I sit here I ponder and doubt
and I think of the letter you wrot
I ponder and doubt it too

Her face is the face of Glory
The very nature of beauty
A paragon of perfection
She is mine
Little fingers reaching out

There is something freeing in thes
the trees tall as skyscrapers it s
I stand here in their midst
seeking refuge from a long day
The winter chill, to some, may be

Excuse me, please
might I get a moment of your time
see I’ve got a heart full of troub
I’ll pay you, if you mind
Trust isn’t easy for me to give

Beauty is a beast who never sleeps
But searches for a potion to make
Though there have been many prince
Her rotten luck kept on hittin ;
they all turned into frogs with tr